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I started writing blogs on my bebo page. I thought id expand onto here also while the going is good!
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R
Well, what a pish weekend that was eh. Beach party in Tolsta was different. Haven't been camping in like 10 years hence my inability to do anything scout-like. I drank a lot though you can give me that. 2.5 bottles of Pinot later I do what im good at, disappear without saying anything and wake up having missed most of the nights activities. I woke up on my own though. Quite a feat considering.....anyway yeh so, May weekend im thinking yeh its Summer, wow, sun, relax..........lift back to my gran's its party time. 5 minutes later hangover kicks in and my gran, at her best, is telling me the local news, whom she speaks about I know nothing. Maybe I met them when I was like 3 but who remembers that shit?
Anyway yeh, interesting none the less, hangover kicks in so I just become a complete dick and moan and do practically nothing apart from watch snooker as it's now pishing it down with rain, it's windy and cold and my head jurts like FUCK. Pol texts me some arguementative stuff to do with SNP winning the election. Rage Rage Rage then 4 texts later im pissed off. If I don't want to vote I dont vote alright, deal with it. Im no SNP fan but no other party appealed to me either. So I don't vote.
Right so, back to my story. yeh so, relaxing weekend, did next to nothing given weather conditions. Watched snooker Semi's/Final. I love snooker and it's never been so good to watch, in my opinion it gets better every year. Cliche? Shut up im right ok. Plus my Great Uncle came down and although almost deaf in one hear and probably not hearing a word I said back it was cool cause he spoke about the War's (1st and 2nd) and Mac an t-Sronaich (google it if you have no idea who this is I can't be bothered explaining anymore). Anyway, so that was cool. I don't think ive spoke to my Great Uncle Norman properly like, ever. Plus he gave me some expensive whisky so can't say no to a wee drammeh.
Monday seems to be the longest day EVER. It rains, sun comes out. Im retarded so I go out as the sun is shining, by the time I reach the bloody gate it rains like ive just jumped in the shower. So heres me wet as fuck, pissed off (again) then that told you so look from my gran which made me laugh because I look like such a tit.
Just before I go I doorstep my gran's neighbour because he'd be pissed if I was over and didnt say hello. End up being dragged in, almost missing my bus but he puts across interesting political views, or is it personal. Scotland can be Independent he says, as down there in England, it's just full of foreigners. Hungarians, straight out of the jail. One time he was in Derby, this might be what 20 years ago? So yes, he's right. Lets do it SNP. Independence Day bring it on, say no to Hungarian inmates that escape out of jail and take our homes.
I get the night bus back. The bus driver to Barbhas is the postie that delivered to my grans like 15 years ago. He somehow remembers me but I have no idea how as I look nothing like I did that long ago. Knowing the Lewis community though he probably knew I was getting that bus and everything.
So, next is the Ness buss to get me back to Stornoway. I get on the bus and theres like 3 people on it, music is blaring. I give that what the fuck look to the mid twenties overweight driver, in a nice way as he is blaring out Leanne Rhymes. I check theres no Candid Camera's around as when the bus shoots off the guy starts fucking singing along. And I dont mean humming it but singing his heart out. Sure a few lines is acceptable in a really gay way, but this is like, for the whole song. What the F U C K. One of the other 2 guys on this bus slowly turns round with that classic what is it with this guy look. Right at this moment, I think - I want to go home.
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